Shake it like a bowl of soup
And make your body loop de loop
Put your hands on your hips
And kinda let your backbone slip
Move your body like a whip
And just shake!
Everybody, get on the floor, let’s dance
Don’t fight the feeling, give yourself a chance
Shake shake shake, shake shake shake
Shake your booty, shake your booty
Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake
Shake your booty, shake your booty
Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Shake it up, make a scene
Let them know what you really mean
And dance all night, keep the beat
And don’t you worry 'bout two left feet
Just shake it up, oo, oo
Three a.m. on a Saturday
Toes touching on the couch as I sigh and say
“I’ve accepted my date with you”
You smiled and you knew
That was your cue
Dinner with our feet up
Making love with just our socks on
Then realizing that I miss ya
But if you called it tomorrow, I wouldn’t blame ya
It’s two A.M., the fear has gone
I’m sitting here waitin’, the gun’s still warm
Maybe my connection is tired of takin’ chances
Yeah, there’s a storm on the loose, sirens in my head
Wrapped up in silence, all circuits are dead
Cannot decode, my whole life spins into a frenzy
It’s six o’clock, the morning sounds are everywhere
The warmth of spring, a gentle breeze flows through my hair
I hurried through my life never stopping to see
How beautiful it was meant to be
I’m just a prisoner in a king’s disguise
Broken dreams as we shuffle by
It’s one o’clock and time for lunch,
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench
I can always hear them talk
There’s always been Ethel:
“Jacob, wake up! You’ve got to tidy your room now.”
And then Mister Lewis:
“Isn’t it time that he was out on his own?”
Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds - cuckoo to you!
Keep them mowing blades sharp.
2 AM and she calls me 'cause I’m still awake
“Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
I don’t love him, Winter just wasn’t my season”
Yeah, we walk through the doors, so accusing, their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize
Hypocrites, you’re all here for the very same reason
It’s four o’clock in the morning
Dammit! Listen to me good!
I’m sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank god
My music’s still alive
It’s a quarter to three
There’s no one in the place
Except you and me
Waiting for the break of day
Searching for something to say
Flashing lights against the sky
Giving up, I close my eyes
Sitting cross-legged on the floor
25 or 6 to 4
Jenny I’ve got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny don’t change your number
867-5309
Oh, baby
Don’t be shy (don’t be shy)
Just take your time (just take your time)
I’d like to get to know you (like to get to know you)
I’d like to make you mine (like to make you mine)
I’ve been waiting, standing here so patiently
For you to come over and have this dance with me
And my number is Beechwood 4-5789
You can call me up and have a date any old time
“Baby confidentially I love you”
Maybe it sounds a bit funny
When I’m away from my honey
Here’s what I do with my money
Pennsylvania Six, Five Thousand
I’d like to know
Can you tell me? Please don’t tell me
It really doesn’t matter anyhow
It’s just that the thought of us so happy
Appears in my mind, as a beautifully mysterious thing
Yes, it does now, baby
Questions 67 and 68
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles
In laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with this crutch
Its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, “No, this will be the last”
And the wind cries
“Mary”
Sweet Mary has a smile on her face
You know she’s happy to see me wrap her in an embrace
I only hope that the passing of time
She’ll always feel that way
And I won’t pack up my things